The Last Few Days

Before Peanut was born, M and I could not agree on his name. We fought over it for months and we finally were tired of it. In an effort to resolve the matter once and for all, I came up with a proposal that ultimately resolved the issue. I proposed to give M the naming rights if I could get my eyes fixed. We shook on it and the deal was made. I upheld my end and last Thursday, she upheld hers.

During one of my last semesters of undergrad, my sister and I took a class together. I think it might have been a marketing or accounting class or something like that. Everyday we had class, she would want to sit in the back and I would tell her that we needed to sit up front. My primary motivation for doing so was so that I could actually see what the teacher was doing on the overhead projector. Finally, I broke down and went to the eye doctor. I got the news that I had feared: I needed glasses. I wore glasses for awhile and decided while I was in law school to switch to contacts. My eyes were pretty sensitive, and so it took a while to make the transition and I even got a couple of eye infections in the meantime. Finally, this summer when I was waterskiing and couldn’t see hardly anything without glasses or contacts, I decided that this was not the way I wanted to live.

Once M and I made our deal, I began to do research and look into a number of different places to have the surgery. I finally settled on a place that I felt comfortable with, made the appointment and last Thursday I went under the laser. The procedure was quick, but it was pretty uncomfortable. However, within a few hours, I could see. It is amazing. My eyes are still sore, I have to take a lot of eye drops and they get tired at the end of the day. However, it was worth every penny to have the surgery. It is incredible to be able to wake up and see. The results have been sweet. I would recommend this surgery to anyone.

Since I have been recovering, I’ve got to spend time with the family. M’s last post described how happy she is with our two kids. I echo those sentiments. I feel extremely blessed not only to have awesome kids, but also to have such a wonderful wife. I love hanging out with her and the boys. I don’t envy her position because I know that all of us get on her nerves, but she knows that we would all be lost without her.

Because I was feeling pretty good Friday night, I decided that it would be a great time to take the family out to dinner and celebrate my new vision freedom. Jr. had been craving ribs (and so had I) so we decided to go to our favorite BBQ restaurant. I knew that Jr. would eat a lot and I also knew that a kid’s rib dinner would not satisfy him. We ended up ordering him a half rack dinner. Much like I expected, although still shocking, Jr. polished off 6 full ribs, mashed potatoes, bread, water, and a few peppermint candies. Not only did he eat all of that, he finished first and then started asking for my ribs. Oh, and did I mention that he is 4! I don’t know whether I should be proud of the boy or scared for what is to come.